The others released him, and Kili kept quiet, eyes on Saeril. As she busied herself with wrapping his leg, he slowly reached to take her hand. 
"Delva?" Brows knit, he hesitated for what he was to ask next. Kili was very tired, but he was also troubled. "I'm sorry...I broke my promise." Even now, his conscious was weighed. He so badly wanted to be in her good graces again.
"...Are you upset with me?"